Shadeleaf

That is all I ever hoped for.

Answer me this then! Is Brandnewkitten's High elf not intelligent and has access to all regions surrounding the city? I would assume he also has access to soulsand and signs being of the event team!

The sign's intentions are not of importance at the present moment. What is illogical though is your poorly thought out attack on such a relevant post, designed only to demonstrate how the Mali'aheral use roleplay signs to describe the environment about them. Taking into account the fact the signs were placed by your people; would it not be safe to say that they, High elves, were behaving illogically?

This way of typing suits me quite well in fact! Though you truly did mean everywhere... had fun crossing this river.

Arzota looks out over the Salavian lands, thinking back to Gallamore in connection... having walked away from Art's speech and S'Scicle's recent death a thought comes to mind. He sends out multiple birds that night, soaring over the ocean and to their respective recipients, delivering messages to many outlying cities of Anthos. Afterwards, he stands, flexing his hands some and letting out a breath,"If these monsters want a fight we'll give it to them, tradition be damned..." he says lowly walking slowly over to a trunk in the side of his small room, flipping it up and looking down within it. He twitches some, reaching into the trunk and pulling out a long black blade of Mali'ker make from the darkness, weighing it in his hand some and throwing a clumsy practice slash in the half light. "Goddess forgive me." he whispers, retrieving a sheath fitting for the blade, strapping it tightly to his waist and turning to the door and heading out to meet some very... very old friends.

Arzota, ironically going this way to meet a Kha contact, stopped in his tracks as he caught the limp body of Scicle from the corner of his eyes; walking over slowly as he arched his neck, making doubly sure of the pelt... Speeding up soon after. As he reached the body, Arzota dropped to a knee, roundabout falling to his side as he looked over the corpse, eyes wide with shock. Before him lay his first mentor, his first commander, his first real friend before the Kameki. He shook his head some, memories of the training pits along with the blue and white robes running rampant through his head. He desperately shook the body, not wanting to accept that this Kha was gone, stopping after a few minutes... becoming aware of the questions that may be asked of another were to see him doing so. Arzota let out a shuddering breath, a tear running down his cheek... burning the whole way down as it dropped onto Scicle's body. He remained silent then, time passing as the sun arced across the sky, and the midday heat growing. Finally Arzota would stand, gathering Scicle's staff and carefully flipping his body over. He crossed Scicle's paws over his chest and placing the staff down his front. "Farewell my friend... I never really thought it would come to this, yet here we are." he mutters sadly, standing fully upright now and reaching into his pack. "I know it won't mean much to you, but it will for me." He whispers, drawing out a single chipped blade, deep emerald in color and worn from age. "The other was cracked beyond belief... you hang onto this one alright?" he asked, voice faltering some as he sets it down next to the staff and takes a step back. farther. Composing himself a moment, Arzota righted himself, staring to the body and giving a series of nods in it's direction... anyone nearby who understood the Elysian code would note something to the extent of: 'May you bread fight amongst the gods.'. Without another word, Arzota would start off again... all sadness washing from his face, and into a deep pit below the surface, where all was stored.

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Arzota sits within a small tavern in Gallamore, casually setting a candle on fire, extinguishing it, and repeating as he receives word of this... travesty. "Well... this is why we have an ocean separating us isn't it?" he says to no one in particular, reaching over the counter and pouring himself a drink, downing it quickly as he continues to practice.

92: Did we mention Incenst? Because if we didn't~ 93: INCEST!

Arzota frowns slightly as he hears of this "And here I thought we were friends~" he mutters, going to burn something. Hearing the news, Arzota grins "I think a few Elysians and Vie would be enough." he says to himself, walking off a bit happier~

((Damn it...)) Arzota starts to walk towards the fort... stopping immediately after and turning away... scolding himself for not burning that bridge while he had the chance.